Chapter 579
No.1
She feared delivering the news directly.
Seraphina immediately grabbed her phone and opened Twitter. There it was—Isabella's post stating: (SilverPeak and Fortune Entertainment allied to crush me. Hilarious! Thinking you can destroy me is pure foolishness. Within ten days, any artist signing with GoldenPhoenix keeps one hundred percent of their earnings and negotiates their own contract terms. First ninety-nine signers also receive a DovEgg diamond ring!)
Despite being shadow-banned online, Isabella's loyal fans made the post go viral. The comments section erupted instantly.
(Boss Montgomery reigns supreme! Teach them a lesson!)
(Even the lowest quality DovEgg costs hundreds of thousands. Ninety-nine rings? Absolutely insane!!)
(Boss Montgomery, are you hiring? I'll be your janitor. No need for a full ring—just some diamond dust!)
Isabella tweeted again minutes later. (Every retweet enters you to win a house in any city of your choice.)
The offer was too irresistible. Urban property values soared astronomically—five figures per square foot. A free house meant instant wealth!
Retweets multiplied exponentially. Isabella trended worldwide once more.
Seraphina's face darkened. Her blood boiled like molten lava. Was Isabella insane? Burning her fortune to wage war?
Genevieve panicked visibly. "Miss Delacroix? What's our move? Losing all our artists means certain doom!"
"State the obvious. Weren't you hired as the crisis expert? Handle this now!" Seraphina commanded icily.
Genevieve stood dumbfounded. What solution existed now?
Artists stormed into the office simultaneously. They chanted in unison: "We demand contract termination. Immediately!"
Under SilverPeak, artists earned only 40% revenue—minus agent and team commissions. A fifty-million project yielded merely fifteen million.
Signing with GoldenPhoenix meant full fifty-million earnings. Even after team salaries, profits dwarfed SilverPeak's offers.
Genevieve attempted damage control. "Recall your contract terms! Breach penalties reach one billion! Can you afford that?"
"Isabella covers all penalties upfront!" an artist snapped back.
The response silenced Genevieve completely. She glanced helplessly at Seraphina.
No.2
This crisis exceeded her experience. She had no answers.
"Stop staring at me!" Seraphina snapped. "I'm just an investor! Where's the chairman? He needs to handle this mess!"
"No need! We're leaving regardless! We brought the cash!"
Artists slammed contracts onto the desk repeatedly. "Sign now. Payment ready. You'll pocket billions instantly."
Seraphina seethed with rage. She couldn't believe this nightmare.
Isabella even funded their penalty payments! Seraphina needed an escape plan—immediately.
Isabella’s eyes blazed with fury.
Her mind spun with countless possibilities.
She needed a way out of this trap.
Fast.
She snarled without hesitation.
“The company seal isn’t with me.
The chairman has it.
This discussion is over.”
She didn’t wait for a response.
She turned and strode toward the door.
The celebrities surged forward instantly.
They blocked her path like a human wall.
“You’re not leaving! You’re the majority shareholder!
No.3
We need your signature!”
“You’ve exploited us long enough!
We have the money right here!
Just sign the damn papers!”
“Sign them! No signature, no exit!”
They sealed every possible escape route.
Cornered, Isabella shrieked for help.
“Security! Get in here now!”
Armed guards burst into the room.
Genevieve moved swiftly to shield Isabella.
A chaotic scuffle erupted.
They fought their way out through the crowd.
Both women looked disheveled afterward.
Their clothes were rumpled, hair a mess.
They looked like they’d survived a riot.
Inside the car, Genevieve smoothed her dress.
She let out a heavy sigh.
“Thank God you thought quickly.
That could have ended much worse.”
No.4
Isabella’s lips curled coldly.
“Did Victoria really think her little scheme would break me?
Contact every senior executive.
No one returns to the company.
No one signs those termination contracts.”
“Understood.”
The artists had no choice but to wait.
They lingered at the company headquarters.
Hoping a manager might show up.
Hoping someone would finally set them free.
Isabella had to stabilize the company first.
Then she would deal with Victoria.
Isabella received the update while supervising Oliver’s homework.
She stepped onto the balcony.
Julian’s call came through.
“It’s fine,” Isabella said lightly.
“Even if the contracts aren’t terminated, we’ve won.
Haven’t we?”
Julian paused.
No.5
Then it clicked.
Their real goal was to isolate Victoria.
After Isabella’s social media post, both companies were in chaos.
They were too busy with internal fires to target her.
Many in the industry feared her dominance.
If they boycotted her now, their artists would defect to GoldenPhoenix.
And her company was giving away Dovegg diamond rings.
Every artist chased profit.
No one would refuse free luxury.
Suddenly, endorsement offers flooded in.
Everyone wanted to collaborate with her again.
“Killing two birds with one stone. Well done.
I’ve filtered the endorsement invites.
Made a first-round selection.
You can choose from the shortlist,” Julian said.
“Now that Victoria is out, it’s your time to shine.”
“Don’t worry. When she returns,
I’ll make sure she has nowhere left to go.”
A dangerous smile touched her lips as she ended the call.
No.6
Seconds later, Julian sent the list.
Top brands from cosmetics, fashion, eyewear, and more.
His note followed:
[Amor Group’s shoot is at Greenwish Park.
Close to The Grand Monarch.
You’ll stay there overnight.]
Isabella’s hand trembled slightly.
The Grand Monarch.
Five years had passed.
Could she face the ghosts of that night?
Maybe she could find clues about what really happened.
She steadied herself.
Researched Amor Group.
Amor was a luxury fashion powerhouse.
Specialized in bridal wear.
Their designers were elite, obsessive.
Victoria had been their ambassador.
Victoria had the figure of a goddess.
The grace of a storybook princess.
No.7
Her noble aura captivated millions.
Isabella’s smile turned icy.
She would replace Victoria.
No matter what.
She told herself she was strong enough.
Strong enough to survive one night at The Grand Monarch.
Isabella sent her final terms to Julian Hawthorne. (Amor Group deal is confirmed.)
Julian immediately executed the arrangements upon her acceptance.
She stepped back inside from the balcony. The matter was settled.
Her eyes fell on Christopher. The boy sat staring blankly at his open textbook.
He seemed deeply troubled.
She moved closer to him. Her voice was soft. "What's wrong, sweetheart? Do you need help?"
He looked up, his small face creased with worry. "It's my assignment. I have to write about 'family'. About Daddy, Mommy, Grandpa, and Grandma." He sighed. "I have Mommy. But I don't have a grandpa or a grandma."
Isabella was taken aback. "That can't be right, Christopher. You have wonderful grandparents. Mommy remembers them."